Rose’s POV

For some reasons, his face seemed familiar. I could have sworn that I’ve seen that face somewhere before. Maybe he walked past me, or he happened to come to the cafe where I work part time. 

Either ways, that shouldn’t be the problem. All I want is his money. 

Or maybe I should have thought twice about that. Because the moment I walked into the mansion, I almost ran back outside. It was so big that it could swallow me up, and it looked just like paradise. 

Standing in its middle, it took me back to the pictures of paradise that my mother used to show me while...